Page 113 of Breaking Rules

I focus on the scenery outside. “I told you I was going to break up with Jake. Don’t know why you’re so surprised.”

“I’m not surprised. I’m just proud of you.”

I turn in my seat to peer at him. “Will you finally tell me what happened in college?”

His jaw clenches, and his smile drops. “I will.” His tone is sharp, his posture instantly rigid.

But he doesn’t speak, so I take my phone out of my purse and text Ben to let him know I’m not coming home tonight.

Ben:

I’ll never understand your love for terrible decisions. Tell Alexander I said hi

I roll my eyes and slip my phone back into my purse. Ben is always going to be Ben. He only wants what’s best for me, but sometimes he forgets that what he thinks is best isn’t always right.

My eyelids are heavy by the time we step into Xander’s house, but I’m determined to power through. He wants to talk, and I’m tired of being in the dark. I want to know the truth so I can understand his rivalry with Jake, because it has become clear to me that it’s no longer a friendship.

I’m not sure it ever was.

When Milo rushes me, I feel lighter. I kneel, petting him and soaking in his warmth. “Did you miss me? Because I missed you, buddy.”

In response, he whines and rolls over, showing me his belly.

“He did,” Xander says, crouching next to me. “He likes you.”

“I like him too,” I whisper.

Xander leaves us to check Milo’s food and water, and I take my shoes off and settle in the living room. The couch in here feels like a safe place for me. It’s where I finally opened up and talked freely about my past. All the hurt is still with me, and I think it will be there for a lifetime, but Xander’s willingness to believe me made a huge difference. It set me free.

The curtains are drawn and the room is dark, but when Xander returns, he turns on the light and sits beside me. He’s still in his white shirt and dark blue jeans, his sandalwood and cinnamon scent drawing me in, enveloping me in comfort.

“Did you make up the guest room for me?”

“You’re staying with me,” he replies, unbothered. “In my bed.”

My stomach dips, but I keep my expression neutral. “Bold of you to assume.”

He slides off the cushion and kneels between my legs, his eyes burning into my soul.

I fidget, anxious for his next move.

“I said we need to talk…and we will.” He rests his hands on my legs, his fingertips disappearing beneath the hem of my skirt. “For now, I want to devour your delicious cunt. I missed the taste of you. These few days without you have made me fucking feral.”

He inches his hands higher and tugs at my panties. I arch my back so he can slip them off and spread my legs. It’s not what we should be doing, but resisting him has never been easy.

Holding my gaze, he brushes his index finger over my clit. That alone is enough to make me break into a full-body shiver. He slips it down to my slick core, watching me the entire time.

“I love how you react to my touch, to my voice. It’s so raw and real.” Head lowered, he kisses the inside of my right thigh.

When he moves to the apex of my thighs, I hold my breath in anticipation. To start, he tongues my clit, lapping and curling around it in slow circles. My eyes roll back in my head, and I grip the edge of the couch, already wild with need.

“Such a sweet little cunt,” he coos, blowing hot breath on my sensitive skin.

When he plunges two fingers into me, I grip his hair with both hands, keeping him in place. His tongue, his lips, and his fingers work relentlessly, driving me to my orgasm.

God, I want to come. I want to kiss him and taste myself on his tongue. I want him inside me…and I just want him for good.

My insides spasm around his fingers, and my eyes snap open.

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